But his body was as weak as if it had been hollowed out, and Zhang Er sat on the ground tiredly.

Try to calm your breathing and slowly stand up after a long time.

"This sword trick... It's too much load on the body..."

And this is only the first form of the sword technique that Zhang Er swung, I dare not imagine how huge the physical strength that the second or ninth form needs to burn.

It is estimated that with his current state, he can barely play the second form to the maximum.

Maybe they will lose their strength and fall into a coma because of the sword trick.

"Stinky shit, you seem to have just scratched the space!" , Ann looked at the back of him in disbelief.

There was a faint feeling of shattering in the space within this hundred meters, and even Zhang Er threw a stone after hearing her words, and it was instantly torn apart by the spatial crack that had not yet recovered.

"Who the hell is that old man?!" , Zhang Er took a deep breath, such a terrifying sword technique was taught to him at will.

And there is nothing too demanding, just two jugs of wine.

"Stinky shit, I don't know who he is, but people of this level won't appear inexplicably... Do you think it has anything to do with that Ling Tianjun..."

"After all, he has already imagined a lot along the way, and it is all related to you", An thought about it, seemed to think of something, and hurriedly asked.

"I don't know...", Zhang Er shook his head, that Ling Tianjun was like a time bomb, and he didn't know if he was really doing good for himself or if he was cheating on him.

He shook his head, not thinking about it, after all, such a powerful sword technique could be regarded as making up for part of his shortcomings.

Draw a totem on the ground with your finger and pluck a leaf.

Zhang Er closed his eyes, looking for Sun Yi's exact location.

But just after Zhang Er completely disappeared into this area, the old man holding the wine gourd walked out staggeringly.

stopped at the totem position drawn by Zhang Er on the ground, with intoxicated eyes and a smile.

Raising his head, he held the wine gourd and drank it in a big gulp.

Zhang Er, who was galloping, arrived at the ancient castle in the northwest near dusk.

At this time, there were already large clouds of fire crawling all over the sky, so the reflection of this ancient castle was even more strange.

Pulling open the metal door, Zhang Er frowned and fanned the rotten smell on the tip of his nose.

"How could they be in such a place?"

But when he stepped into the castle, the huge metal door closed instantly, but it was not tight, and he saw Zhang Er's right hand against it, revealing a gap.

"Interesting", Zhang Er felt that this door was actually fighting against him, and constantly compressed his strength to close it.

The horizontal eyebrows stood up, the arm emitted a huge force, and with a bang, the metal door instantly broke away from the door frame, and it didn't know how far it flew out.

At this moment, a howling yin wind suddenly set off in the ancient castle, and all rushed out along the position of Zhang Er at the door.

Zhang Er's figure burst back and stood forty or fifty meters in front of the ancient castle.

The prosthetic eye lit up, and he saw a ghost-like creature, with a flash of divine power burning in its body.

Rushing out quickly, it was as if he had hit something again, and he quickly turned back and didn't move.

"Ghosts? Or a god? Zhang Er squinted his eyes until there was no movement.

But Sun Yi and they are still inside, if this is the case, it won't be controlled.

After thinking about it, Zhang Er squatted on the ground and took out four or five Evenki wide knives and tied their knife handles together.

When you pick it up, it looks like the blades of an electric fan.

Kill ghosts, he's too good at it, the previous two-star windmill, isn't it that no evil ghost can resist.

It doesn't matter what the hell is rushing out of it just now, you see if Zhang Er blows it or not, you'll be done.

Tie a hemp rope at the back of the fan, Zhang Er still leaves a length of three feet, and the two hemp ropes can at least turn up quickly, saving some effort.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a big puff, Zhang Er's figure disappeared at the entrance of the ancient castle.

The scene he saw was not at all the same as when Wang Xiaozhi and the others arrived, the road of the stone steps led to the depths.

The withered flowers and meadows on both sides are no longer flowing with any liquid spring.

There are still many moving murals on the roof of the shed, but they have turned black and dark after too long, and it is difficult to see what is painted on them.

Stepping on the cigarette butt, Zhang Er was puzzled, where did they come in from this broken place? Why don't you even have footprints?

Walked straight up to the wooden door, and there was nothing on it.

With a gentle push, a rotten smell rushed out.

"Damn... Ahem"

Zhang Er turned the fan blade in his hand to ease it slightly, otherwise it would be too choking.

"Stinky shit... What power is there here... I..."

An's voice stopped abruptly as Zhang Er stepped into the wooden door, Zhang Er was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly retreated.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? All right? Ann asked confusedly.

"Definitely, if you go in, it will disappear, and it will be good when you come out", Zhang Erba chirped.

"What did you just feel?" , Zhang Er asked again.

Ann thought for a while and said, "I just felt that after you went in, it seemed that some force stopped me, and I also felt that your own abilities were sealed."

Zhang Er pushed the door irritably, this broken wooden door was like the metal door outside, and he always wanted to close it by himself.

It's so annoying that I just dismantle it.

"Will you close another one for me to see? Damn", Zhang Er clapped his hands, this broken wooden door is quite strong, and it took a long time to come down.

"That is to say, there is the same silent skill effect as Sun Bin's ability", Zhang Er picked his ears, and seemed to understand.

"Sun Bin and they must be in front, I just don't know if Ling Tianjian can still be used", Zhang Er tentatively walked in.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword, he exerted a slight force, but the sword light only extended to a length of three feet, as if it was unstable.

"An, you can sleep for a while, I'll go in and have a look", Zhang Er thought about it, it won't work if he doesn't go in, it's not too bad if Ling Tianjian can still be used.

The sword light was dazzling, it was not big, only a small room of forty or fifty square meters, but there were still seven or eight doors closed, which seemed to be the entrance to the other rooms.

There was a red table in the hall, I don't know what kind of wood it was made of, Zhang Er smelled it and there was a fragrance.

There was nothing but a few stools around.

Tentatively opened a door, like the study, the four treasures of the study, and the bookshelf of the Jingtai, all of which were already covered with dust, and I don't know how long no one had come in.

Zhang Er pushed open the door, and suddenly stirred up a cloud of gray smoke, and hurriedly closed it.

Until the penultimate door, Zhang Er's face was puzzled.

It's unusually clean, it's like someone comes to clean it every day, and the house is twenty square meters in size.

In the center, there is a small table, on which a clay pot sits quietly.

On both sides, there are all kinds of white cloths, and some small cabinets have some fresh fruits on them.

Just when Zhang Er curiously put his hand on the clay pot, a voice like nine cold ice sounded inexplicably behind him.

"Don't touch it!"

The voice was cold, like substance, so that Zhang Er couldn't help but shudder.

When I turned my head, I didn't see anyone, not even ghosts.

"Who speaks? Scared Lao Tzu", looked around the room, didn't see anything, and grabbed the top of the jar with a snap.

The more you refuse, the more Zhang Er wants to touch it.

"Presumptuous! How dare you, the man of ants! The moment his hand grasped the clay pot, a black mist instantly burst out of a corner of the room.

There seemed to be two eyeballs in the fog, and he was looking at Zhang Er viciously.

Ling Tianjian slashed at the black mist with his backhand, and his hand also let go of the clay pot, and he heard a snap, and the clay pot fell to the ground.

Shattered to the ground in an instant, and the things inside also leaked out, gray and white, what else could it be, ashes.

Zhang Er obviously recognized what this thing was, glanced at the black fog that was stunned in place, and asked embarrassedly.

“... I said it wasn't on purpose, believe it or not? Zhang Er's figure was already pasted on the wall behind him.

The black mist seemed to have been struck by lightning, and it was suddenly furious, and the surging black gas instantly filled the entire room.

Zhang Er frowned, and the strong sense of crisis in his heart spread instantly, and he wanted to reach out to regain the tide time, but he was already silent... He couldn't help it.

"Big brother, you don't let you use the ability! There's nothing I can do! ”

In the small room, Zhang Er saw a figure standing up from the black fog, a pair of eyes full of violent murderous intent.

The ghost light of the false eye is lit up, this person is a god!

Zhang Er saw a wave of qi in his body, although it was not as like a wave as the crazy man in the heavenly domain, but it was also a real god.

With a flash of light, the black shadow's hand flashed like a sharp claw, in the blink of an eye.

Only to hear the shock of the wall collapsing, Zhang Er had already disappeared in place, and the Ling Tian Sword in his hand began to flicker again, and instead of attacking, he stood on top of the ashes on the ground.

Loud warning: "I was wrong! Eldest brother! But if you keep doing it, I'm going to make you lose sight of the ashes on the ground."

Yes, he apologized, after all, it was Zhang Er's own mistake, so he was very simple.

The person with the black shadow floating trembled slightly, as if he was struggling again.

"Ants... You're damned...", the voice was still as cold.

"It's okay, I know I owe it, but you give me a chance, I'll put it up", Zhang Er swallowed his saliva, thinking to himself how could he always meet this kind of person.

It's okay once or twice, it's good, go out, go out, it's annoying, it's annoying, and you can't beat it.

Can you fight, will you still say so much that you don't need it?

The black shadow watched his movements, and Zhang Er immediately took out an empty wine jug and put the ashes on the ground into it.

The black fog in the room gradually dissipated, and Zhang Er slowly put the wine jug on the previous table, and put his right hand on the doorknob behind him.

As soon as Zhang Er was about to open the door and run, he saw that the black shadow disappeared in an instant, as if it had never existed at all, and disappeared inexplicably.